Escape ~Zayn Malik Fanfict~

Chapter 1

* I hope you like my story! its my first one so sorry if its bad

* And Zayn isn't famous in this story

I sat in the corner of the room, with my head between my legs, sobbing. My father threw a vase across the room and it smashed against the wall with a bang, chunks of glass flying everywhere. My mom sat on the couch, also sobbing. Her mascara ran down her face and stained her cheeks as my father continued to yell at her.

"Fucking bitch. Why'd you do this? Huh? Why?!" He grabbed his gun, pointed at the roof and pulled the trigger, making my mother flinch. She sobbed even more and wrapped her hands around her legs.

"I'm sorry John." She spoke. I watched him point the gun at my mother, while he shook his head. I cried and cried when i realized what he was doing. 

"Shut up Isabella!" My father yelled. He slowly pulled the trigger, with his face full of sweat and anger. "Go to hell fucking slut" Once the trigger was pulled, my mother fell to the ground with a thud. I slowly crawled across the room but before i could escape, my father caught me and grabbed me by the back of my shirt.

"If you ever try to leave or tell about your mother, You are dead."

I woke up to see the sun shining brightly through my window. Every night the same memory has haunted my sleep. I tried not to think of it but it always came back to me no matter what. I sighed and got out of bed. I walked towards my bathroom to do my daily things, and once I was finished, I immediately went straight to my living room. On my way i grabbed my paints and brushes, and some cereal.

The walls in the room were filled with trees, leaves, flowers and many things of different colors. To me it was a beautiful sight. I loved painting on the walls, I think it gave them character.

Hours later, after I finished painting, I heard a small knock on the door. I sighed, got up from my comfortable chair and walked towards the door. I peeped through the peep whole to see who it was, but I didn't recognize the face. I finally opened the door and a tall boy with black hair and a blond streak, stood there with a smile on his face.

"Hi I'm Zayn Malik, I just moved here, and I live across the hall." He said shyly, pointing to the door down the hall. I gave him a small genuine smile and waved.

"Whats your name?" He asked curiously. I showed him my necklace, the one my mother gave me. "Isabella, pretty name. I take it that you don't speak?"

I nodded my head, and held my hand out, gesturing to come inside. He happily walked inside and looked around the room, fascinated by the sight before him.

"You have a beautiful apartment, Isabella. Did you paint this?" I shook my head yes and quickly walked in the kitchen. He followed behind me, and sat down on the chair. I looked for a box of tea and showed it to him. trying to ask if he wanted any tea.

"Yes please." He smiled. While i made the tea, I felt his eyes on me, watching my every move. I grabbed a cup, poured some tea and handed it to him.

"Mmm you make good tea." I smiled and sat down with him. I drank some tea as we looked at each other in silence. For hours, we have talked, well Zayn did, I stayed silent. But he has told me all about himself, where he came from where he was born. I felt like i knew him for years but it was only in a matter of hours. I was curious as to why he was living by himself, but I never found out the answer to that.

"Hey uh Bells..Isabella..." I blushed at the name he had called me. Zayn had noticed and smiled to himself. "Would you like to come over to my apartment to watch a movie with me?"

I nodded excitedly, and then Zayn and I walked towards his apartment. I forgot to put my shoes on and Zayn noticed as he took out the spare key from under the carpet.

"Do you want to go back to get your shoes?" He asked. I shook my head no and he opened the door to his apartment. As I walked in i looked around. He had a nicely furnished apartment with blue walls. I noticed the stack of movies he had and walked over to it. I scanned through the movies and took out Superman.

"You want to watch Superman?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow. I nodded and he put the DVD in. I sat on the couch as the movie began to play.

~Zayn's P.O.V.~

When the movie finished, I looked beside me to see a sleeping Isabella laying against my shoulder. I smiled and picked her up and carried her bridal style back to her apartment.  I put her to sleep and turned off her lamp.

"Goodnight Bells"